I would rather dwell with you
In the mountains,
With wind-fresh trees and
Spring-flowered air,
Than to inhabit castle walls
And count the riches of all Kings.
I would rather walk miles beside you,
My feet blistered and torn
From rocks and twigs,
Than to ride in a velvet-lined coach
Drawn by red-plumed, goldshod horses of white.
I would rather lie with you
In soft grasses and rain-draped flowers
With my head pillowed on your shoulder,
Than to lie amidst satin sheets,
Propped up on overstuffed pillows of silk.
I would rather share with you wild berries,
And drink with you from cascading waterfalls,
Than to eat caviar from silver platters
And sip century-aged wine from
Tinkly, crystal-stemmed glasses.
I would rather you picked for me
Wildflowers from rockstrewn meadows
To wear in my hair,
Than be adorned with strands of sea-pearls,
Blood-red rubies from pyramids, and brilliant
Diamonds.
I would rather have your love
Than all the mansions and golden coins
In the Universe, because
Even if I possessed gold and silver
In piles touching the clouds,
I would throw it all away for you.
No riches in the world could begin to equal
The worth of our love.